George gave a curious choke. Her eyes burned as if they were on fire. "Mother! You can't sell my island! You can't sell my castle! I won't let them be sold."

Her father frowned. "Don't be silly, Georgina," he said. "It isn't really yours. You know that. It belongs to your mother, and naturally she would like to sell it if she could. We need the money very badly. You will be able to have a great many nice things once we sell the island."

"I don't want nice things!" cried poor George. "My castle and my island are the nicest things I could ever have. Mother! Mother! You know you said I could have them. You know you did! I believed you."

"George dear, I did mean you to have them to play on, when I thought they couldn't possibly be worth anything," said her mother, looking distressed. "But now things are different. Your father has been offered quite a good sum, far more than we ever thought of getting- and we really can't afford to turn it down."

"So you only gave me the island when you thought it wasn't worth anything," said George, her face white and angry. "As soon as it is worth money you take it away again. I think that's horrid. It- it isn't honourable."

"That's enough, Georgina," said her father, angrily. "Your mother is guided by me. You're only a child. Your mother didn't really mean what she said- it was only to please you. But you know well enough you will share in the money we get and have anything you want."

"I won't touch a penny!" said George, in a low, choking voice. "You'll be sorry you sold it."

The girl turned and stumbled out of the room. The others felt very sorry for her. They knew what she was feeling. She took things so very seriously. Julian thought she didn't understand grown-ups very well. It wasn't a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked. If they wanted to take away George's island and castle, they could. If they wanted to sell it, they could! But what Uncle Quentin didn't know was the fact that there might be a store of gold-ingots there! Julian stared at his uncle and wondered whether to warn him. Then he decided not to. There was just a chance that the four children could find the gold first!

"When are you selling the island, Uncle?" he asked quietly.

"The deeds will be signed in about a week's time," was the answer. "So if you really want to spend a day or two there, you'd better do so quickly, for after that you may not get permission from the new owners."

"Was it the man who bought the old box who wants to buy the island?" asked Julian.

"Yes", said his uncle. "I was a little surprised myself, for I thought he was just a buyer of old things. It was astonishing to me that he should get the idea of buying the island to rebuild the castle as a hotel. Still, I dare say there will be big money in running an hotel there- very romantic, staying on a little island like that- people will like it. I'm no businessman myself, and I certainly shouldn't care to invest my money in a place like Kirrin Island. But I should think he knows what he is doing all right."

"Yes, he certainly does," thought Julian to himself, as he went out of the room with Dick and Anne. "He's read that map- and has jumped to the same idea that we did-the store of hidden ingots is somewhere on that island-and he's going to get it! He doesn't want to build an hotel! He's after the treasure! I expect he's offered Uncle Quentin some silly low price that poor old uncle thinks is marvellous! Oh dear- this is a horrible thing to happen."

He went to find George. She was in the tool-shed, looking quite green. She said she felt sick.

"It's only because you're so upset," said Julian. He slipped his arm round her. For once in a way George didn't push it away. She felt comforted. Tears came into her eyes, and she angrily tried to blink them away.

"Listen, George!" said Julian. "We mustn't give up hope. We'll go to Kirrin Island tomorrow, and we'll do our very, very best to get down into the dungeons somehow and find the ingots. We'll jolly well stay there till we do. See? Now cheer up, because we'll want your help in planning everything. Thank goodness we took a tracing of the map."

George cheered up a little. She still felt angry with her father and mother, but the thought of going to Kirrin Island for a day or two, and taking Timothy too, certainly seemed rather good.

"I do think my father and mother are unkind," she said.

"Well, they're not really," said Julian, wisely. "After all, if they need money badly, they would be silly not to part with something they think is quite useless. And you know, your father did say you could have anything you want. I know what I would ask for, if I were you!"

"What?" asked George.

"Timothy, of course!" said Julian. And that made George smile and cheer up tremendously!

Chapter Eleven. OFF TO KIRRINISLAND

JULIAN and George went to find Dick and Anne. They were waiting for them in the garden, looking rather upset. They were glad to see Julian and George and ran to meet them.

Anne took George's hands. "I'm awfully sorry about your island, George," she said.

"So am I," said Dick. "Bad luck, old girl-I mean, old boy!"

George managed to smile. "I've been behaving like a girl," she said, half-ashamed. "But I did get an awful shock."

Julian told the others what they had planned. "We'll go tomorrow morning," he said. "We'll make out a list of all the things we shall need. Let's begin now."

He took out a pencil and notebook. The others looked at him.

"Things to eat," said Dick at once. "Plenty because we'll be hungry."

"Something to drink," said George. "There's no water on the island- though I believe there was a well or something, years ago, that went right down below the level of the sea, and was fresh water. Anyway, I've never found it."

"Food," wrote down Julian, "and drink." He looked at the others.

"Spades," he said solemnly, and scribbled the word down.

Anne stared in surprise.

"What for?" she asked.

"Well, we'll want to dig about when we're hunting for a way down to the dungeons," said Julian.

"Ropes," said Dick. "We may want those too."

"And torches," said George. "It'll be dark in the dungeons."

"Oooh!" said Anne, feeling a pleasant shiver go down her back at the thought. She had no idea what dungeons were like, but they sounded thrilling.

"Rugs," said Dick. "We'll be cold at night if we sleep in that little old room."

Julian wrote them down. "Mugs to drink from," he said. "And we'll take a few tools too- we may perhaps need them. You never know."

At the end of half an hour they had quite a nice long list, and everyone felt pleased and excited. George was beginning to recover from her rage and disappointment. If she had been alone, and had brooded over everything, she would have been in an even worse sulk and temper-but somehow the others were so calm and sensible and cheerful. It was impossible to sulk for long if she was with them.

"I think I'd have been much nicer if I hadn't been on my own so much," thought George to herself, as she looked at Julian's bent head. "Talking about things to other people does help a lot. They don't seem so dreadful then; they seem more bearable and ordinary. I like my three cousins awfully. I like them because they talk and laugh and are always cheerful and kind. I wish I was like them. I'm sulky and bad-tempered and fierce, and no wonder Father doesn't like me and scolds me so often. Mother's a dear, but I understand now why she says I am difficult. I'm different from my cousins- they're easy to understand, and everyone likes them. I'm glad they came. They are making me more like I ought to be."

This was a long thought to think, and George looked very serious while she was thinking it. Julian looked up and caught her blue eyes fixed on him. He smiled.